"I think I am all better now," Annabelle replied calmly as she returned from the hospital and on the way home.
"Is it so hard for you to contact us once in a while? Why are we the ones who learned about your condition through your former manager? Is it that hard to keep communicating with us?" Bella pressed her forehead muscles together in tension.
It's not the first time Anna tried to hurt herself. Each time she got reminded of her fragmented past, she would act completely paranoid, and in the next second, she would forget all about it. This time it was different.
Anna fairly remembered all of it, for the first time in eight years. But didn't want her mother to know about it, at least for now.
"Isn't not hard, actually, I'll be visiting you guys soon if you are comfortable with it."
